Unrestraint Restraints

Irene was on the mind, my mind… now more than ever.

Deja vu, and suddenly I'm back in that dinky motel again, back in that rundown room. I still remembered the weight of her body, the almost suffocating sensation pressing hard against mine.

If I concentrate, I could still almost hear the soft, low allure in her voice. I close my eyes, and hers would be staring back, shimmering, glinting that dangerous look of red.

Suffice it to say, inebriated Irene was a terrifying force to be reckoned with. 

If that time had just stayed an isolated incident, a one-off event that I could look back on, fondly reminiscent, perhaps giving a little chuckle thinking how amusing the whole thing was actually - I would have been fine with that.

I mean really, what were the chances something as bizarre as that would ever repeat itself twice, right?